I can tell that you feel the pain of the experience.
Italy is beautiful. We spent time there a few years ago.
It’s interesting how a person can walk a life, then become completely uncomfortable in it. If I can use a garden as a metaphor, it’s full of weeds.
We’ve come home, but home isn’t here anymore.
It is wonderful to fluff the dog again. Bentley still hasn’t forgiven us for going. And, Tabasco, and peanut butter.
Thank you for affirming that this is normal.